Arise, My Soul, This Easter Morn

Arise

my soul

this East­er morn

With joy and prais­es heav­en-born

And hear good news from death’s dark por­tals

To all dis­tressed and griev­ing mor­tals.

O bless­èd East­er morn­ing show­er

On us thy pow­er.

Disarmed and crushed for­ev­er fell

This morn the pow­er of death and hell

For He who lay in death’s grim pris­on

With might and glo­ry is aris­en.

Come

souls

by sin and death dis­mayed

With all that in the grave ye laid

To Him who rose on East­er mor­row

And brings you balm for all your sor­row.

My soul

why shouldst thou grieve and pine?

The peace and joy of Heav­en are thine.

The Lord arose with might su­per­nal

And thou art heir to life eter­nal.

Come

peo­ple of the Lord

em­ploy

Your heart and soul in songs of joy

Go forth to meet with prais­es ring­ing

The Lord who life for death is bring­ing.

Come

souls

by sin and death dis­mayed

With all that in the grave ye laid

To Him who rose on East­er mor­row

And brings you balm for all your sor­row.

My soul

why shouldst thou grieve and pine?

The peace and joy of Heav­en are thine.

The Lord arose with might su­per­nal

And thou art heir to life eter­nal.

Come

peo­ple of the Lord

em­ploy

Your heart and soul in songs of joy

Go forth to meet with prais­es ring­ing

The Lord who life for death is bring­ing.

My soul

why shouldst thou grieve and pine?

The peace and joy of Heav­en are thine.

The Lord arose with might su­per­nal

And thou art heir to life eter­nal.

Come

peo­ple of the Lord

em­ploy

Your heart and soul in songs of joy

Go forth to meet with prais­es ring­ing

The Lord who life for death is bring­ing.

Come

peo­ple of the Lord

em­ploy

Your heart and soul in songs of joy

Go forth to meet with prais­es ring­ing

The Lord who life for death is bring­ing.